Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

"Bang bang bang!"

As the mother and son were talking, the sound of gongs and drums came from outside the window.

"The outpost has been attacked by thieves. All those who participated in the defense drills are armed and have rushed to the outpost's aid with the village chief!"

"Those who did not participate in the anti-bandit training can also rush to the aid of the outpost!"

"The pavilion has been robbed..."

A loud shout came from outside the window. Zhao Xian listened carefully and said, "It's Zhao He, the prison warden!"

"Come on, let's go to Grandpa's house!"

Suddenly, a figure burst through the door, whispering a command. It was none other than his father, Zhao Yi.

The family of five didn't linger and headed straight for their grandfather's house, led by Zhao Yi.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the road inside was full of potholes. The family of five trudged along, and soon arrived at the home of their grandfather, Zhao Mu.

As if by telepathy, Uncle Zhao Li also brought his wife and children to his grandfather's house.

Now the whole family is together.

"The pavilion has been robbed, and the village chief has summoned us to rush to the rescue and fight the thieves!"

"Then please ask your father to stay home and guard the place!"

Uncle Zhao Ren bowed respectfully to Grandfather Zhao Mu and said in a solemn voice.

"My son, go forth. Though I am already sixty, I am no ordinary bandit who can bully me!"

Grandfather Zhao Muli shouted, and the ring-pommel sword that had once hung on the wall was now in his hand, the coarse cloth covering the hilt a dark red.

To be honest, among their entire family, only Zhao Mu has extensive experience in combat, having joined the army at a young age and fought for many years.

Although he is now over sixty, he is still vigorous and in no way inferior to the Zhao brothers, Zhao Ren and Zhao Yi.

"Walk!"

Zhao Ren gave a low shout, grabbed his gun, and walked outside.

"You are here to protect your family!"

Zhao Yi looked at Zhao Xian, his heart filled with love for his son, and said in a low voice.

"Father, Lord Ting has treated me so well. How can I stand idly by? If word gets out, how can I maintain my position in the Ting tribe!"

Remembering his mother's words, Zhao Xian immediately shouted loudly.

"My grandson is right!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mu clapped his hands and laughed, then took out three feathered arrows from his waist.

"These are talisman arrows. Those with red arrowheads are explosive talisman arrows, possessing the greatest power; those with blue arrowheads are swift talisman arrows, as fast as lightning; and those with white arrowheads are freezing talisman arrows, capable of freezing the body!"

He showed the three talisman arrows to Zhao Xian one by one, and then handed them to Zhao Xian.

"Thank you, Grandfather, for bestowing this treasure!"

Zhao Xian bowed respectfully, carefully inserted the three talisman arrows into his waistband, and then handed the short blade from his waistband to Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong's face showed excitement, and he gripped the short blade tightly.

"Walk!"

At Zhao Ren's command, torches were lit, and several figures followed closely behind as they walked out of the courtyard gate.

In the branch of my grandfather Zhao Mu, Zhao Ren and Zhao Yi were both second-rate warriors, while Zhao Li and Zhao Zheng were third-rate warriors.

Of the family of more than ten people, five went to help the pavilion.

On the inner path, people would occasionally walk out of the courtyard gate and head towards the inner gate, their wives' words of advice echoing behind them.

"Be careful, don't speed ahead!"

Such is human nature; it's not a big deal.

When Zhao Xian and his group arrived at the inner gate, dozens of people had already gathered there, far exceeding the number of people in Yangpingli who were participating in the anti-bandit training.

"Shibalang, what brings you here?"

Someone looked at a short, stocky man and asked in confusion.

"Lord Ting did not regard us commoners as uncultured and unworthy, yet he imparted the Daoist teachings to our descendants. Now that Lord Ting is in danger, how can we sit idly by and do nothing!"

Upon hearing this, the man immediately shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay!"

"It's no wonder that Tingjun treated people with such sincerity!"

Village chief Zhao Zhong laughed loudly, then shouted, "The village pavilion has been attacked by thieves! The situation is critical! Follow me and fight the thieves!"

"Strike the thief!"

The crowd immediately shouted, and Zhao He, the gatekeeper, opened the inner gate. The crowd, holding torches, filed out.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao He closed the inner gate again, and in addition to gongs and drums, he also carried a long spear!

......

With a swift movement, dozens of people carrying torches rushed towards the pavilion like a fiery dragon.

In other directions, streaks of fire rushed toward the pavilion.

The country road was bumpy and uneven.

The night was dark, and although the bright moon hung high and the torches illuminated the night, it was still difficult to see clearly.

Many people tripped and fell to the ground without realizing it, but they just cursed, got up, and continued to follow. Not a single person fell behind.

Wild animals roam the countryside, making it extremely dangerous to travel alone.

Yangpingli was only four or five li away from the pavilion. After walking quickly for a while, the group arrived at the pavilion, which was more than a hundred zhang away.

The sounds of fighting and wailing drifted on the wind, which even carried a faint scent of blood.

Seeing this, some of the Taoists were also startled and gripped their swords and spears even tighter.

"The enemy situation is unclear; let's wait here for the remaining men five miles away!"

Zhao Zhong glanced at the pavilion, then looked at the fire dragon in other directions, and then said in a low voice.

"Third brother, let's advance side by side in a moment!"

Zhao Zhong looked at Zhao Ren and said in a low voice.

Zhao Ren was the third among his generation in the clan, while Zhao Zhong was the fifth, so naturally he had to address him as Third Brother.

"good!"

Zhao Ren responded and also looked towards the pavilion in the distance.

"Jiulang, your archery skills are superb. Do not advance; wait at a distance and shoot!"

Zhao Zhong then looked at Zhao Xian, a hint of surprise on his face. He thought to himself, "Why is this kid here too? He's quite bold." But he immediately gave the order.

"Kuroro understands!"

Zhao Xian responded, "Even if you've never eaten pork, have you never seen a pig run?"

His memories from his past life also made him understand his role. As a marksman, he wasn't in the back row. Was he supposed to charge in and initiate a team fight?

A moment later, the remaining five reinforcements also arrived outside the pavilion.

"Knock knock knock!"

Suddenly, the gong rang out, and six fire dragons charged towards the pavilion!

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Zhao Xian was panting heavily, the noodles were scalding hot, his blood was rushing to his head, and his palms, which were gripping the ox horn bow tightly, were slightly sweaty.

This is the first time I've experienced something like this in both my past and present lives, so it's understandable that I'm nervous.

Moreover, it wasn't just Zhao Xian who was nervous; his elder brother Zhao Zheng in front of him was also panting heavily, as was the person behind him.

In the end, they are all just ordinary people from the countryside. Even if they fight over water and land every year, or engage in brawls, it's only the people at the front who fight, while the rest just shout and cheer from behind.

Tonight, the bandits are besieging the pavilion, which is quite different.

Small-scale bandits wouldn't dare to do such a thing; it must be a large-scale bandit group, or a coalition of multiple bandit groups.

......

On the memorial tablet standing in the front courtyard of the pavilion, a soldier, his foot hooked on the tablet, hunched over as much as possible, looking around.

On the wooden post directly in front of him, there were already more than a dozen arrows stuck in the ground, which showed that there were also capable people among the bandits who knew to shoot the lookout first.

"Lord Ting, the villagers have come to our aid!"

"The villagers have come to our aid!"

Seeing the fire rising everywhere, the guard immediately shouted loudly.

"good!"

Inside the courtyard, Chen Yuancheng, holding a longbow that gleamed with a dark, eerie light, replied loudly.

At their feet, seven or eight figures lay dead on the ground, arrows embedded in their bodies, their fates unknown.

"Tingjun, the bandits causing trouble in the backyard have all been killed!"

At this moment, King Jia, the Thief King, also returned from the backyard and said loudly.

Who would have thought that these bandits were well-prepared, and actually sent several people disguised as travelers to seek lodging and sneak into the inn.

If the few people who infiltrated the group hadn't been so weak, the pavilion would probably have been breached long ago by a coordinated attack from within and without.

"Hmph, you mere petty thief, how could you possibly know my abilities!"

Chen Yuancheng sneered, feeling quite angry inside.

Those bandits who had infiltrated the group knew the principle of capturing the leader first, so they split into two groups: one group attacked and killed the traveler, while the other dared to attack him.

If Chen Yuancheng hadn't had other means of vigilance, anyone else would have been captured by those bandits long ago.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out, and Chen Yuancheng shot out an arrow. The bandit who had just climbed to the top of the wall was immediately hit by the arrow and rolled into the courtyard.

Several more figures climbed to the top of the wall at the same time, and Chen Yuancheng fired three arrows at once, but they were all shot down!

Zhao Xian's archery skills were already quite good, but Chen Yuancheng's archery skills were even more superb.